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He walked in and went to the kitchen to start the day.

She was kicking her feet back and forth while drinking a glass of milk.

* max would be in the kitchen already cooking some brekfest for anyone that would walk in * max: morning mathius

Luna looked at Max. She was nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie. She sat there on a chair, legs swinging back and forth.

SECRET, at a table is just lighting up a bong until both Lockelan and Hallie walked in.

Lockelan: "SECRET, what are you doing?"

SECRET "Crack."

Hallie: "What the CENSORED?!"

Huh. This is actually the first time Hallie actually said a swore. Applause for that girl- /j

* max could smell the pot from the bong * Max: hay what about my hit and is there anything on your mind miss or would you like some eggs and bacon with some biscuits i made them before the bar opened * he said sing that Luna was looking at him *

The three just looks at Max. Totally not menacingly or something. Move on.

SECRET: "No, CENSORED off, this is my crack."

(*Claps in silence*)

Luna sat there then coward away from all the people, hiding in the corner, she didn't like a crowded space.

* max went wide eye * max: what the hell are you doing with crack do you want to die painfully and have all your orgens fail plus this is not a place for that stuff so ether throw it out or ill take it and throw it out

Luna covered her ears as they all argued and shouted. A shadow in the darkness of the corner hugged her, cooing her without a form. She calmed down a little, still with her hands on her ears trying to block out the loud noises and arguing. Full past trauma.

SECRET: "I'll throw YOU out the window if you don't shut up man. Besides, at least I'm not drinking, Lockelan and Hallie."

Hallie: "Yeah, this isn't exactly a good substitute, where'd you get crack?!"

SECRET: "From some guy with blue hair."

Lockelan: "What?"

SECRET "Yeah, right at the freakin campsite everyone else is at. There's a guy named Bluecap and he's selling it."

max: really couse ill take this outside man im just asking you to throw it out and get rid of it your lucky i dont get mathius out here couse phew i hate to see how he reacts

* max would take the bad drugs and thow them in the dumpster befor coming back inside * max: alrighty problem solved now does anyone want food * he said as he would go to the kitchen and bring out a table full of plates and pancakes and eggs and bacon with souseges and some other stuff * max: couse i thought id do something nice for everyone with some good food

"Can I not leave this place without it going to hell in a handcart?"

He shrugged, looking in the spacemarines general direction honestly wondering if his arrows would peirce the armors; mostly meaning the love and sleep arrows-

Moves about the bar, cleaning up and wiping down the tables. Then she walks over to relax in a booth, sliding up to the window to her world, enjoying the sun filtering through. Her whiskers and fur prickle as Spring was near.

Suddenly, a shout was heard when Natasha sat in one of the booths to watch out the window.

Cathfawr perked his head up, his head turning to look at his tail, that Natasha had accidentally sat on.
(Y'see he was in the middle of the booth, hidden by the table at first glance.)

"Tail- Off- Please-" He squeaked in-pain, his ears drooping, his sharp teeth baring.

All ends of Natasha's black fur stood up at the sudden shout. Leaping over the table and out of the seat, turning to see Cathfawr lying in the booth, her fur doubling in appearance along with a bristling tail. With her small size and stature she just looks like a puffball, rather than intimidating. As he looks at his tail she realized she had sat on it, "So that's why the seat was so soft." She said airily, her voice high with fright.

She shakes her head and regains composure, her fur falling back into place, but tufts still stood up. "I am so sorry. I did not know you were there." She puts a hand behind her head, looking apologetic.

Luna sat there bored on a chair, nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie while swinging her legs back and forth.

Cathfawr sat up, holding his tail. "It's fine, ow." He murmured.
He took a second glance at Natasha, "Oh! You're the one with the fancy art pens. I remember you." His ears perked upon realizing.